#and the clothes are because he liked many of them

[ladykailitha]

I have decided today I am giving out my Steve Harrington headcanons, because I love him so much.

His parents are very rich. His dad is new money, self made. His mom is old money.

His father is Indiana born and bred, but his mother is from Kentucky. She doesn't have her accent anymore because she trained herself out of it. Though it does show up when she's drunk or angry.

I know everyone does Richard (Dick) for his dad mainly for the lols, which I respect, but I think his name is Clint. It's just rich dude bro enough, you know? And then for the mom I go back and forth between Maureen and Allison. Allison because that's Ally Sheedy's character in The Breakfast Club and I often use her looks as bases for Mrs. Harrington.

They were never meant to be parents. They had the one because that's what was expected of them, but no. They don't like kids.

I don't know if his dad is only verbally abusive, but he is some kind of shit. Steve was so scared of him finding out that there was alcohol the night Barb vanished that that was all that consumed his thoughts. And even in season 3 Steve tells Dustin (thinking he was his dad) that he doesn't do drugs, just marijuana. Meaning that's something they've fought about a lot.

Kids of good parents rarely smoke, drink, smoke pot, and have wild parties all the time as an under-aged teenager. There are no doubt exceptions, but most of the time it's kids who are neglected and abused that are the ones that act out like that.

Steve had nannies and baby-sitters growing up that he saw more than his parents. But he would still be taken on actual vacations with them. Mostly to show off that they do have a son.

He was in baseball in middle school but quit when he got into high school. His parents put him in as many after school activities as they could. He was taught piano. Went to swimming and was so good at it, he joined the team in high school. Played basketball throughout both middle and high school. But he was forced to dropout due to the concussion Billy gave him his senior year. It's why he sneers at Brenda at the game when she says it would ironic if they won the championship the year after he graduated. Because he wasn't even on the team his last year.

When he turned sixteen they gave him his BMW. No, he did not get to pick the car or the color, but he takes very good care of it. Does a lot of the maintenance himself. One of the few things his dad taught him, but because you needed to know enough to make sure your mechanic wasn't ripping you off.

He can cook. But only if he has a recipe to follow and will get upset if it doesn't look like the picture. Is a consummate baker though. Because everything has a reason it's done like that and it makes sense.

Definitely a fall baby. That's why he was able to lifeguard for three years even if he didn't lifeguard after his senior year due to him working at Scoops Ahoy.

He's bad at math and science which is why the Party teases him all the time, but he's great at English and history.

Only applied at the schools his dad thought were "appropriate" and didn't get in. But to be fair, he was still suffering from a concussion when those applications went out and he wasn't really at his best. Just above his worst if he was honest.

He likes his preppy clothes and while he laughs it off, it upsets him when he's made fun for it.

Alt rock fan all the way. Depeche Mode, The Cure, New Order.

Has a list of the Party's likes and dislikes for food and other things, so he is the best gift giver. He doesn't spend a lot of money, though he has been accused of that a couple of times. But he prefers well thought out gifts over expensive ones. It's why Max, Eddie, and the Byers boys love Steve gifts. They never feel pressured to one up him.

Complete romantic. Loves being in love, but it was hard to pick up the pieces of his broken heart after what happened with Nancy.

Loves Robin, but even though it is sometimes weird, it never veers into creepy or obsessive. Robin is absolutely the vodka aunt of the party to Steve's mom.

When Eddie comes into the group, they tease him that's he's the dad to Steve's mom. Because as goofy as Eddie is he absolutely wouldn't let the kids get into real trouble.

Steve the romantic gets absolutely wooed by Eddie and never is made to feel wrong footed when showers Eddie with the affection he would for a girl. It's nice for a guy to receive flowers sometimes too.

Steve favorite flower is sunflowers. But his favorite color is blue.

He absolutely keeps the vest. Refuses to give it back. Which Eddie is surprisingly okay with.

I could go on forever, but I'll stop there for now and if I come up with more I'll add them later.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

an impolite use of magic

I was rereading Malleus’s Dorm Uniform vignettes to gather information for another post! Something that stuck out to me upon the reread was how magic can be used in an insulting or disrespectful way. We often hear about how both NRC and Twisted Wonderland itself has many rules and regulations which govern magic and its uses—but it seems there is a social component too.

A quick summary of the aforementioned vignettes; they center around Malleus trying to make it to a dorm leaders meeting. After his peers fail to successfully remind him of their appointed time and day, Malleus decides it would be easier the other dorm leaders come to him rather than him going to them. He then casts a spell which transfers those he wishes to meet with (the headmaster and dorm leaders), bringing them directly to him. This is where it gets interesting, because it is Malleus using this spell on his peers that offends them.

Azul indicates that he had never been treated with such disrespect and that Malleus’s act is an insult. Vil and Leona express upset that Malleus seems to think of them as nothing more than objects, luggage, a pen, or a book. Malleus says he does not understand why everyone is mad because the same spell he used on them, they use all the time to summon their magical pens to them. Riddle clarifies: “PENS ARE OBJECTS AND WE ARE HUMAN BEINGS!!” Lastly, Idia likens the situation to being treated like a familiar that Malleus sees fit to summon at his beck and call, which is also just as irritating.

Judging by the other dorm leaders’ reactions, we can infer that most mages find it extremely impolite to have a spell which is typically used on objects cast on them/living beings. Riddle implies you must obtain consent before doing so, otherwise it violates decorum. (This aligns with the idea that magic is usually formally regulated; for example, medical mages must still get their patients’ consent to operate on them or to heal them.)

Reviewing the other lore we know of, this piece of magical manners (?) makes sense. It seems to be okay to cast object-oriented magic so long as permission is granted. For example, in Floyd’s Labwear vignettes, Adeuce are shown practicing color changing magic on an apple. Vil would use similar color changing magic to alter his and his father’s clothes when they were being hounded by the paparazzi. A similar situation would occur in Lilia’s Suitor Suit vignettes, in which Malleus uses his magic to create a suit on Lilia that perfectly matches his image. I’m sure there are many other examples you could think of; these are just the most obvious ones that come to my mind.

Where does that leave us? Well, with a bunch more questions!! Firstly, what else is considered rude use of magic? Secondly, are spells which violate control over one’s mind and body also considered transgressions of social norms??? They must be, right?? Then why was everyone so chill when discussing how Ruggie and Jamil used their UMs in the main story compared to Malleus casting his transference spell? Isn’t having someone else’s will overwrite your own equally as, if not more, degrading and dehumanizing??? (We do see the the other students upset about the magic being casted on them after the fact, but talking about the possibility of it isn’t done with horror; maybe because it was already established that doing these things is a no-no.) In which case, Ruggie and Jamil, who have UMs meant to be used on living beings anyway, is also “impolite” because their spells still violate other people’s autonomy.

What about when Deuce cast a floating spell on Ace to launch him at the chandelier in the prologue? Or the time NRC students made rude Halloween goers (Magicam Monsters) leave campus by floating them over the school gates?? Were those instances considered impolite too???? And is it more impolite to use magic against a non-mage (since they cannot defend themselves) than against a mage?

What are the rules around casting magic on sentient objects like the Mirror of Darkness, is that considered rude as well since the object is “living”? Do ghosts count as “living” enough to be offended by having an object-oriented spell cast on them? Where do blessings and curses fall in this, since those can be cast without consent (Lilia on baby Silver in book 7) and can also be cast on objects (Vil with the gifted cake and pie in book 5).

I must.. know… 🤡

[thir10th]

clothes-emily prentiss x fem!reader

summary: a slow morning with Emily when you've just started dating tw: make out, no smut, just domestic fluff w Emily A/n: i was just in the mood for a little drable, what can i say

You feel a paw lightly patting your face, the soft fur tickling your nose

"Serge, please, 5 minutes" you groan at the cat that has already set on your pillow, wrapping himself in a little black ball, you'd find it incredibly cute hadn't he just woken you up an hour before your alarm went off.

You decide it's a lost battle and move to leave him occupy your pillow, burying your face on the other one, it smells like Emily's shampoo.

The woman feels your body pressing against hers, and she turns around to meet your face, her naked body pressing against yours closer now.

Her eyes still closed, she's still half asleep but she gives you a soft peck on your lips "mh-morning" she mutters.

Her silky black hair tickles your face, but you don't move, you let it cover your forehead and you inhale the scent.

"why doesn't he wake you up? he's technically your son"

"because you spoil him too much" she twists around trying to grab part of the sheet falling off the bed due to last night's activities.

Her nose scrunches in comfort, you think it's adorable and can't help but to kiss it. She barely reacts, which makes you think she's probably still too asleep to correspond.

Last night had been your 3rd real date with Emily, the familiarity you already felt being the result of the time you had spent being "just friends" until you finally gave in on your attraction to each other. You wouldn't have it any other way.

It had been Emily's turn for last night's date, after getting back from work, she cooked, opened a bottle of wine, and you ended the night making out in the coach, and the bed, and the shower, and then the bed again. You felt exhausted in the most perfect way.

"so what, i give him a little too many him treats, he deserves them" you sigh, giving up on sleep coming back to you.

You stand up, unwrapping your body from Emily's strong grip around your waist, she whines, but ends up giving it up and wrapping herself around the pillow.

You scratch Sergio behind the ears, and move to pick up something to put on so you can go make breakfast

you grab the blue shirt that she wore yesterday, and a pair of her boxers, both were laying on the floor, scattered around along with the rest of both your clothes.

You follow the trail that was left on the corridor, you find your pants and Emily's, your bra, your shirt, all the way to the living room. You pick them up, leaving them on the couch, then following to the kitchen.

You secure your headphones in your ears and pull up a favorite playlist. Coffee percolating. Music going. You hum along and gather the ingredients you need to make pancakes, the easiest recipe you could ever memorize.

You crack the eggs carefully, making sure no shells fall into the mixture, you swing around to the music in your ears, dancing to it as you cook.

One by one, the stack of pancakes gets bigger until you run out of mix, you sip on your coffee, turning around to set the table, but when you do, you jump.

"Jesus!" Emily leans on the wall, she watches you with a grin on her face "How long have you been standing there? You almost killed me"

"just enough, are you making pancakes?" she asks, you can't help but to feel embarrassed, she says she's been there enough, which probably means she's seen all your musical number, at least most of it

"Yes, you can get this there until I'm done here" you tell her, turning around to finish up, but instead of doing what you asked, she comes around you, wrapping her arms around your waist, hugging you from behind.

"you smell so nice" she whispers, her head rests on your shoulder, she kisses you there, and on your neck, leaves a trail of small, sweet kisses along your shoulder.

Her hands caress your waist, "you’re wearing my shirt" she says, pressing her lips against your pulse point which makes you chuckle "i am" you say.

Her fingers slowly brushing the bare skin behind her boxers "and my boxers" she nibs at the soft skin on your neck, the smile on your face doesn't fade, you turn to face her, surrounding her neck with your arms

"do you mind? that- that i wear your clothes- I mean"

"no, no, of course not" her hand moves to take a couple of hair strands off your face, placing them behind your hear in a loving gesture

"in fact- you look really good in my clothes" the bright smile on her face turns into a devilish one

her lips crash against yours, lips and tongue, the wetness in her soft lips making you groan on her mouth, she swallows your sounds, her hand grabs your face, yours wrapping around her waist, gripping the flesh.

You separate you lips from hers to much of your distaste "let me just finish this ok? can you wait just a second?" you ask, but she doesn't let go off you, her hands on your waist lower to get your ass, giving a light squeeze

“Maybe. We’ll see,” Emily chuckles, the intensity of her kisses and touches increasing now, tugging you back into her chest. Emily kisses the side of your head, and groans about having to wait to have you.

You finish all up as fast as you can, trying to ignore the woman-koala that's wrapped around your waist, kissing your shoulder where the shirt keeps falling off.

"ok, I'm all yours now, try not to burn me, the stove is still warm" she lets out a devilish laugh

“mh, I like how that sounds, mine”

she loves hearing you’re hers, and you know it. She bites at your earlobe possessively.

she presses you into the counter, her kisses get heavier, hotter, deeper. "Ems-" you say breathlessly "mh?" she asks, her lips back onto yours.

"don't start something you can't finish" you say taking a moment to get away from her lips, but she's back at it in no time

"who says i'm not finishing this?"

Before you can even react, she lifts you up to the counter, you wrap your legs around her waist, your ankles pressing on her ass.

"I let you in my pants a couple of times and now it's all you can think about, who would've said SSA Prentiss was such a needy woman" you joke, her lips still kissing your neck, she snatches at you and kisses you again, biting your lip a little harder than usual

"well, i guess i just can't get enough of you" her lips crashing against yours once more "you're just lucky you're so cute, or i wouldn't let you get away with something like that"

Her words have an immediate effect on you, making you whine aloud "oh, please, don't let me get away with it"

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I can write a thousand of this if you like them! I’m a sucker for intimacy and domestic Emily!!!! 😭😭😭

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[ranpoesgirl]

FOR EVERY MOMENT YOU CALLED MY NAME— D. OSAMU

— synopsis; 15!Dazai falling in love, puppy love is my favorite type of love…

— a/n; sorry this took a while, seasonal depression and I couldn’t download png because my phone is dumb asf

Your 1st encounter with Dazai was when you both were 14, he followed behind doctor with a emotion no one could pin point. He kept his head down when your eyes lingered for too long for his liking, he seemed cowardly.

His hair was dark and disheveled, it looked tangled and sometimes matted. Clothes never seemed to fit his form no matter how new they looked, after he exists a battle field or returns from a mission, they had loose strings and a faint unpleasant smell that kept increasing over time.

Naturally, you came to the conclusion he wasn’t treated as well as you were by his guardian, no amount of a façade the doctor puts could ever cover the boy’s bruises…

The news of the mafia boss’s death was surprisingly vague when it reached your ear, seemed as though the people saying it were trying to convince themselves he was rather than if he even was. You never bothered, it wasn’t your duty to serve him than it was to serve one of his many subordinates. So until there was an order to get further details on the matter, you wouldn’t bother.

But what caught your attention was the person who will be replacing him, “the doctor?”, you questioned looking at the man beside you who simply nodded at your question.

As if the devil was looking over you, in your peripheral vision, you saw a figure move by the door to the hallway. Turning your head to see a messy brunette with bandages wrapped neater than last time.

“da…zai..?”, you extended each syllable of his name before looking over once again to the man beside you as though asking for confirmation on what you said was correct.

But of course, when he heard his name slip from your lips, he turned and stared as though he were a dear in headlights. You looked backing back at the boy questioning your next move.

You smiled as you raised your hand to give a wave, he flinched only by a bit and went back to staring at you with his big brown eyes for a minute or two before walking away.

It was quite a strange 2nd encounter, but none the less, still an encounter.

The 3rd encounter formed a cycle.

You were seated on a uncomfortable sofa waiting patiently for your guardian to exit the boss’s office. Staring at the painting until they seemed to contort in your head, only to be snapped out of thought when you heard a footsteps stride to the boss’s door.

“Dazai?”, you called out this time unaware that you did. He looked at you and paused, his head giving a nod only by a bit as though to ask you what you wanted.

This time, you were the one taken back.

“Dazai,” you repeated smiling and giving a light hearted wave.

And he once again stared at you wide eyed before walking away.

The 4th, 5th, 6th and 7th encounters were practically the same.

You called out his name before giving him a smile and a wave before he walked away.

It felt odd to do so but it felt even more odd to stop. Because every time you didn’t, it felt as though there were a thick unwavering tension that could be cut through by a knife before you give in—

It became an unconscious routine to a point he’d look your way in sync when he name is read by your lips.

This strange habit never stopped and stumped many people on many occasions, a certain ginger being one of them.

Chuuya was weirded out by the multiple strange interactions between the both of you, so your 21th encounter, you got your first response—

“Chuuya,” the redhead repeated his own name making you look up at him this time, “You always call out his name and it isn’t even special.”

And that’s when they began bickering in front you, naturally you freaked out. No matter how much to tried to interrupt and stop them, they don’t stop.

So you slipped away from the room slowly and carefully…

Your encounter with Dazai later on was much more pleasant, instead of being one sided, he smiled.

It felt like nothing big like you initially thought until he began walking over, “You enjoy my name, don’t you? Don’t worry, I quite like the way it sounds when you say it… I think I might just give you the privilege to my first name, Osamu.”

So it once again began…

“Osamu!”, you exclaimed more confident as you watched him skip over to you bright eyed and bushy tailed.

A conversation began that took turns from one topic to another with no thought of having a meaningful conversation other than to hear the voice of the other individual.

It was simple relationship, with you making the first move every time…

Every. Single. Time.

Like every relationship that was one sided, you got tired.

It had to happen eventually.

So, here you were.

Sat on a ledge of a building bored out of your mind, you heard the soft tapping of feet behind you. You turned to see Dazai, you smiled at him before looking back down watching as people crowded on the cold weekend.

He sat down beside you, taking in the view you were observing, his hand brushed against yours as he held onto the ledge.

And for the first time, your name was called.

You looked up to meet with him not facing you making you doubt if he even called you if it weren’t for the dusted red flushed expression pointing everything out.

“I’d like to hear my name from you once again…”

You were taken back, yet didn’t relent nonetheless…

“…’samu?”

The 1st encounter with you was a humiliating one for Dazai. He kept his head down shifted closer to the doctor, whom he swore to kill by his own hands, desperately trying to look presentable by covering his scarred arms and neck as your eyes darted every flaw within a matter of seconds around his frail body.

When he had the slightest of courage to look up at you, it was immediately shutdown by the lingering stare of your eyes. His glimpse of you felt as though he were daring to defy a higher power.

It’s safe to say that he won’t be doing that anytime soon…

His 2nd encounter with you was after the gruesome murder of the port mafia’s boss by his so called ‘guardian’. He roamed around the halls aimlessly in hopes to forget the sight but nothing could erase the smell of fresh yet dirty blood splattered across the doctor’s face.

Every inch of him burnt, it didn’t feel right. Nothing did. He stumbled in the hallway and tried to catch his breath before a doorway of a… whatever it is, it smelt awful— to the point it erased his nausea, he stood still not moving an inch, could easily be mistaken as a corpse.

“da…zai..?”

As though he were commanded by an officer, he turned his head stiffly looking up at… you.

His eyes widened while his face stayed poker, you were seated at a stool beside whoever that was, a can of something that wasn’t alcoholic but definitely filled his nose pleasantly. Whatever it was, he swore the last time he was in your presence, that scent lingered on you.

Your lips curved up as did your hand, you were smiling and waving at him. He was in awe, no words nor actions could describe how he felt. It overwhelmed him, but definitely in a good way.

And involuntary action took over and he walked away until he was hidden by the wall from your view, his burning throat was replaced by a fluttering chest. He didn’t know what it was, but it was better than whatever he felt before…

The 3rd encounter was when he was in a rush, he was called by the boss when he least expected. He took long strides to the office only to calm down subconsciously at the soft scent of peaches and he couldn’t put his finger on why.

“Dazai?”, ah, that’s why…

You looked tired, not exhausted but still tired. Your lips were chapped only by a little, dark circles weren’t as visible, but your droopy body set the scene of what you felt.

Tired.

“Dazai,” if he could, he would rip his ears off in a desperate attempt to not hear your voice and all the sudden wave of emotions it gave him.

You smiled and waved, and he memorized it before walking into the boss’s room where he couldn’t pay attention to anything except have your voice on repeat in his head…

The 4th, 5th and many more encounters felt the same, but each time he tried to better his response to the point he’d give you a smile and turn your way at the vibration of your words.

He swore that every time you looked more and more ethereal than the other…

Chuuya got on his nerves plenty of times before yet the sound of your voice always brought him down from his high. Always soft and gentle to his ears, so patient for him, he could just—

“Chuuya”, —he wanted a glock to his own head or the ginger’s, any was preferable.

“You always call out his name and it isn’t even special.”

Out of habit, he got his defenses high and couldn’t contain his destain he had for the boy, it was very lowly of him to behave that way in front of you but he was too far in.

Only noticing your lack of presence when your scent faded away…

Dazai knew it was unhealthy to be upset when you had conversation with the people around you, whether it’d be your coworker, guardian, even the boss, it irked him.

Only when he saw you converse with Chuuya about his ginger hair, which he thinks looks hideous, he realizes that he should take advantage of every opportunity before he loses it.

You may not have remembered what number of encounter it was but he did, and it was embarrassing every time his head reminded him of so.

Once again, your voice started and he looked your way smiling— he rushed over from the distance he was at, looking down at your startled and confused face.

“You enjoy my name, don’t you? Don’t worry, I quite like the way it sounds when you say it… I think I might just give you the privilege to my given name, Osamu…”

He was a fool.

Every time his given name fell from your lips, his insides contorted in a way only a fool’s would.

“Osamu!”

He knew if he wanted you to keep this up, he had to reward you. So he’d walk over trying his best to not fall apart at the sound of your voice as you laughed at a joke that would have concerned looks from others…

So why…?

He did everything that was right.

Every time you asked for attention, he returned it.

He’d laugh at your jokes, he’d stare into you hopelessly sometimes lose track of your words…so why?

Not even his last name was spelled by your lips even if your eyes had lingered on him, a side smiled and you’d turn away.

He gave you attention when he asked…

...that’s right…

That is what he did, he only gave you attention when you asked.

And like a fool he was too distracted to know what he was doing. So like a fool he walked up to the ledge of a city building where you sat, observing the crowd. He took a seat beside you doing the same.

There he called out your name for the first time, his voice cracked like a fool.

No matter what, he couldn’t have the courage to face you, his cheeks hurt, from what? He wasn’t aware, but it wasn’t pleasant and how much blood rushed to it

“I’d like to hear my name from you once again…”

And as though he freed himself from his sins, your voice dripped like nectar from a flower that was bound to become a fruit…

“…’samu…?”

a/n: part 2 with Chuuya?

[gamblersdoll]

HELLOOO how are youu? I want to ask could you write sukuna with a reader that has a succubus tattoo? You know the ones that go on your lower belly or back. PLS PLS PLS AND TY.

this scared me because im like literally finna get a succubus tattoo ! but of course! and im good!

cw: belly bulge mention, crappy sukuna, breeding kink if you squint.

any tattoos you get, he’s head over heels. (he wont tell you, of course.)

any arm tattoos hes biting at, especially when they are done healing because he’ll be damned if he fucks them up.

but a succubus tattoo? have you lost your fucking mind? do you not know how this man is??

once he figures out that you had gotten a succubus tat, its all over for you. he saw it, days after wondering what your deal was and not letting him see your stomach, not touching it, hell not even looking at it. (this caused many arguments.)

so instantly seeing it, your clothes are gone in a instant, find yourself on your back and knees spread wide the fuck open. you were aching by this point, tears streaming from your face as you clawed at his wide ass back.

“kuna pleeeassee!” you squeal, toes curling as he presses his thumbs into your slightly tender tummy. it was hell, feeling his thumbs dig into you and you couldnt do shit about it.

“so fuckin pretty.” he growls, feeling his fat, hard tip bulging through your skin. he reaches and grips your hair at the scalp–hard. he makes you look down to your stomach. “look at that shit, girl.” he groans, pressing his thumb on your lower stomach, watching the outline of your tattoo bulge from his fat tip.

“do you feel that?” he whispers, thrusts getting harder each second. he felt his balls starting to get tight, knowing hes about to breed your creamy pussy from the inside out.

by then, you thought it would be over.

“nah, you have another cock to please, did you forget?”

aside from the fact he goes crazy over that, any tattoos he’s basically taking care of them the old fashioned way. he was an old head, so it was a given he would do that.

and its one of the moments hes a little bit gentler than usual, knowing how sensitive it can be— ontop of you having sensitive skin all fucking ready.

so, if you decide to get a succubus tattoo, either three things can happen: youre being taken care of, nutted on, or youre expecting a little runt.

[gracejh08]

Breaking the media

Chapter 3- arrival

You had just arrived in spain when the news that you were leaving arsenal was spread the club hadn't said where you were moving to due to some timing issues and you hadn't done any Barcelona media yet. You looked through the comments as the fans speculated your next club and many wishing you well and hoping you would have stayed longer at the club. While all the messages were nice you knew it was the right call to move so as you stood in airport looking for what will be your ride to the training centre you see a sign with your name on it. After some great force of lugging your two suitcases along the airport by yourself you reached the drivers with a half smile "good morning miss y/l/n" he said reaching his hand out "morning nice to meet you" you said taking his hand a firmly shaking it. Just as you were about to grab your suitcases and begin dragging them back along to the car he took them out of your hands "let me take these from you" he said "oh its no bother really i can bring them myself" you protested but he was insistent.

The car journey wasn't as long as you had expected it to be as you sat scrolling through your phone almost laughing at the ridiculous rumors you could see through your phone even sky sports had started to make rumors. You had arrived at the training ground where a member off staff had met you and brought you to the hair and makeup chair "hola, buen dia miss y/l/n" said the women smiling at you "call me y/n please its more.. normal" you responded as she began her work adding a light coat of foundation and redoing your hair entirely. After 10 minutes you were ready and handed a Barcelona training kit and told this is what you would be taking your photos in I mean it made sense but you would have preferred to be in normal clothes.

You were whisked through the unfamiliar corridors passing room after room each one looking completely different from the other till you reached the media room which was set up with cameras lighting and the contract. Jona was waiting in a chair when you arrived and he immediately stood up "hola y/n so happy you decided to join us you are going to do wonderful things" he said kindly to you. As the next couple hours went by you spent most time taking photos and doing interviews when you were told it was tomorrow when you would meet the team and have a tour of the facility before joining training.

Once you were done you were brought to an apartment that had been furnished and paid from Barcelona as you clearly weren't old enough to pay for it yourself. It was nice,small yes, but it wasn't cramped. You had put away all your clothes when you saw that it had been officially posted you were now a culer and all the media from that day had been posted and as you expected it.You had done it 'y/n y/l/n has transferred to Barcelona for an undisclosed fee' was printed all over social media for a moment it felt like everyone in the world was talking about you.

You woke up the next morning and the apartment was conveniently a 10 minute walk to the training ground because you couldn't drive so walking was the next best thing. The spanish sun was hot on your skin you hadn't been out of england for a long time minus for England camps which weren't very frequent or very long. You had arrived at the training ground 5 minutes early but that didn't matter. You were again greeted by jona the two of you making small talk as you walked towards the pitch, now the anxiety had kicked in you were 16 and going to meet your idols all at once, what if you nade a fool of yourself in front of the team or they dont like you and just to top of the list you knew not one word of Spanish minus hola. The training ground was nice it was decked out with perfectly cut grass and box nets you looked over to see the team training away not even noticing your presence as they were so focused in a drill that until jona called them over they were in there own world. "CHICAS, YOUR NEW TEAMMATE HAS ARRIVED" he shouted across the pitch when each of the girls looked over to you and began to walk towards you, each meter they passed you could feel your heartbeat move quicker. Now you were young but you weren't challenged size wise at 16 you were 5,8 making you quite the impressive feat and one that was taller than quite a few girls on the team. From a mile away anyone could tell you were a defender tall, broad shoulders, hair tied neatly in two plaits, it was obvious.

It was the captain alexia who had been selected to talk to you first " hola, ive heard good things about you y/n" she said kindly almost in a parental tone, a tone which some sould have found to be insulting yet it brought you a sense of comfort. Each of the girls took there time chatting to you, some getting more confused by your accent and led you to having to say things much slower so the others can understand what you were saying. When last it came to kiera and lucy the fellow English on the team "well well if isn't y/n" lucy said almost grimacing "what lucy, you're not happy to see me" you said back "of course" she said wrapping her arm around you as keira did the same you had known the English girls had been told you were coming by leah but you didnt know that they had been told to keep your eyes on you but so was mapi and alexia however from jona. It was lucy who had taken you on the tour around the place "nice innit, and the weathers lush as" she said "yeah definitely, its a change from arsenal but god is it like a different world from sunderland" you said although you had lived in North london for 3 years your north east accent hadn't changed at all you were still a northern girl at heart and one that surprisingly faired well under the sun.

"Well then i bet we better head off back home" lucy said taking you back to the exit "yeah definitely especially before it gets too dark" you said as you began to walk off to your apartment "where are you going? Aren't your foster parents picking you up" she questioned as from what she has assumed you were living with a family "ermm home im walking back to my apartment its only 10 minutes" you said as you began to speed up a little away from lucy. "An apartment you're 16 you can't live alone" lucy remarked but by then you were gone you, she threw her hands in the air and sighed as she knew she needed to have a talk with barca management because you couldn't live alone but you had ran home to make sure lucy couldn't see where you went as you didn't want to make a scene or deal with lucy scolding you.

As you opened your front door you locked it back up and crashed into bed the jet lag from the plane had crashed into you but you knew you needed to shower and make dinner but you had no food what so ever, how you wished someone could make you some home cooked food. So like a sensible person you ordered in food and showered while waiting and just as you had changed into your pjs the food had arrived. It was just a simple pizza but god was it tasty. You ate every last crumb and put the box on your counter to put it in the recycling you climbed into your bed and let tiredness slip over you.

[ericshoney]

Argument ~ Brothers!Sturniolo triplets

Warnings: Arguments, rude comments, angst.

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Having four older brothers was sometimes a blessing but also a pain. They would all help you with school work and friendships, but also scare away anyone who got too close to you for their liking.

You lived with the triplets in LA. Being a year younger than them, it wasn't a massive age gap, but the boys made it their mission to keep a close eye on you at all times. You were their responsibility. They were protective over you.

You knew the guys were filming today, so you had planned to get dressed and head out for a walk. It was a nice day and you just wanted a stroll around the block as they filmed this week's car video. You picked just a t-shirt and some joggers, wanting to be comfortable with your stroll, you didn't think there would be a problem at all. Until you bumped into Chris accidently.

"Watch it, kid." He grumbled, almost spilling the Pepsi in his hand.

"Sorry." You apologised, wondering why Chris was moody.

He sighed as you started to the door. But his voice stopped you.

"Where are you going?" He called, as you stood at the top of the stairs.

"Just for a walk. I know your filming today so I was just going to take a stroll around the block." You answered.

"Without asking." He stated.

"Didn't realise I had to ask to take a simple walk." You said, the sass evident in your voice.

"Don't get sassy with me, kid. You know the rules." He replied, making you laugh.

"What rules! I'm going for a walk, Chris!" You shouted.

"Without asking!" He repeated.

"What is going on?" Matt called as he appeared along with Nick.

"Kid thinks she's the fucking boss here." Chris mumbled.

"I'm going for a walk while you all film." You said.

"Without asking!" Chris repeated once again.

"What's next I gotta ask to fucking go to the bathroom!" You shouted back.

"Woah, lose the attitude." Nick said.

"Yeah no need for that." Matt added.

"What about him!" You exclaimed, pointing at Chris.

"He's not wrong." Nick said.

"What?" You called in shock.

"I mean, if Chris didn't stop you and you just left, how would we know where you are or if something happened to you?" Matt asked, siding with his brothers.

"Your fucking joking." You scoffed.

"No, no we're not." Chris said.

"I'm not a baby! I'm nineteen! I can take care of myself!" You screamed.

"It's our job to keep you safe in LA. If your going to be such a brat just go back to Boston." Nick said coldly.

"You don't mean that." You said quietly, trying to hold back the tears.

"Mum and dad said we're to take care of you. But you think just because your here you can get away with anything. That's not how it works, kid. You gotta follow the rules." Matt responded.

"It's fucking daylight! I'm just going for a simple walk!" You shouted, the anger rising now.

"Go then! Go on your fucking walk! But don't fucking expect anything from us when you get back!" Chris shouted, heading down to the car to film.

You looked at Nick and Matt with tears in your eyes. You sighed and walked out the house, heading to the park that was close by. You sat under a large tree away from anyone and pulled your knees up, crying as you covered your face. You tried to think about why they got so angry. Were they stressed? Or were they just tired of you around?

Your mind wandered as your cries slowed down to a few tears and sniffles. You didn't notice the time until it seemed nobody was around. You checked your phone, seeing it had been over an hour since you had left.

You sat quietly, thinking of what to do. Should you go home? Would the guys still be angry? Should you call a friend? Or would they call your brothers? Or get a hotel? But you didn't have spare clothes.

So many more thoughts rattled through your head at once, that you didn't notice the three figures walking towards you. When you suddenly realised it was your brothers, your feet acted before your brain did. You shot up from your seated position, about to run, when Chris grabbed you, pulling you into a tight hug.

"I'm so fucking sorry! I....fuck. I don't know what came over me. I was just stressed and I know I shouldn't ever take it out on you. Fuck please, kid, I'm sorry." He rambled as he cried, holding you tightly.

"You....You hate me." You stuttered, as the heartbreaking sobs escaped your lips. The triplets all felt broken hearing you cry.

"No, no kid, no we don't. We're so sorry." Nick said, rubbing your back.

"Let's go home and talk about this." Matt suggested.

You nodded against Chris' chest. Not wanting to let go in case you tried to run again, Chris picked you up as you headed to the car. All of you got in as Matt drove home, the car was silent and you all soon arrived back.

When you went inside, the four of you sat on the sofa, nobody saying a word to start with. Your eyes stung with fresh tears, worried for more shouting.

"Hey...don't cry kid. We're so sorry. We just love you and as we said, it's our job to keep you safe. We've just been a bit stressed recently and know it's not fair to take it out on you. Fuck that was really wrong to do and we're going to try and manage better. We're so sorry." Nick said first.

"Do....Do you want me to go back to Boston?" You questioned.

"No, we love having you here!" Matt answered.

"It's my fault really. I'm sorry." Chris apologised again.

"As long as I'm not a burden, I'll stay around." You said.

"Fuck your far from a burden, please, we're sorry." Chris said again.

"I forgive you." You said, making your brothers smile and pulling you into a warm group hug. You knew they would be more careful from now on and you loved them too much to be angry.

[slackerlifewhere]

TCF is all about healing

- This is a review about the novel.

There's possible SPOILERS for readers who haven't finished reading the first volume.

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When I first picked up the novel, I didn't have high expectations. After reading a lot of stories that end up disappointing me because of how the author eventually adds romance or harems into the story because their main character apparently needs a romantic relationship to feel good about themselves, I thought that Trash of the Count's Family will be the same thing further down the line.

But damn, did the author prove me wrong.

In the first few chapters, the novel's entire vibe was almost unnoticeable. Sure, there were some small details like him not being used to extravagant clothes or finding a simple meal delicious, but it wasn't obvious. It made me raise my eyebrow but I simply thought that he's a simple salaryman or something.

The first lines about him not having anyone who would miss him if he's gone in his previous world can be excused as him having no lingering attachments. And honestly, some transmigration/isekai stories do have their main characters having no attachments in their previous world. So it makes sense and it didn't alert me of what could've possibly happened to Cale, former Kim Rok Soo, for him to be so aloof and calm at the forced transmigration.

And then...he thought about poverty and pity when interacting with On and Hong. That was the first sign that he may have left a few lines out of his introduction.

It steadily got worse when he was talking to Choi Han about him being used to the cruelty of people like Venion. And then, at the first meeting with Raon, he appeared as if he understood the hopelessness of a child under an abusive adult's hand.

That's when I finally thought that TCF is a story about healing. And I was pleasantly surprised.

Sure, there's action, drama, and comedy, but TCF is mainly about moving on or healing from past hurts. There are moments when it can be called "cliche" but TCF is unique in the way it portrays Cale and his relationships. There's the found family trope that I love but what I love the most about the story is how these characters who have lost something or were about to lose something if OG Cale didn't make the deal with God of Death to have KRS replace him, is slowly understanding that they're not alone and that they can improve as a person if given the chance.

It's heart-warming and completely unexpected. I didn't read the first chapter expecting this fantasy-themed action novel to be about this.

OG Cale, Choi Han, Raon, On and Hong, Lock, Taylor and Cage, Alberu, the Dark Elves, Mary, and so many characters paved the way for me to completely fall in love with this novel.

If I sound like I'm exaggerating, then I don't care because this novel is just beautiful.

What completely blew my mind is the final reveal of Cale's past as Kim Rok Soo.

Listen, I have a love-hate relationship with KR survival novels involving monsters and dungeons and the freaking apocalypse. I love some of them and I can't stand the others. But I did not expect that Kim Rok Soo was in a world trying to survive from the effects of the apocalypse.

My first reaction was "What the actual fuck" because I 100% did not expect for the story to go that way. And my second thought was "So that's why!" Because it finally explains why he hates "papercuts"! This guy is so good at making big things about himself sound so small that it left me stunned when the big reveal happened!

I wanna slap him and hug him at the same time.

It explains why he's so good at being a commander. It explains why he's used to getting hurt or why he hates the thought of his friends and family dying with him as the survivor (I believe he has a survivor's guilt?). It explains everything.

He may be in a new world but he's still stuck in his past no matter how much he says about not thinking about what-ifs and his past. The time he spends in this new world is him slowly realizing that he's not alone and he doesn't have to be so scared.

And when I finally thought that I'm done being surprised, OG Cale appears and flips everything I knew about the character. They talk about how content they are with their new identities. They smile. They're happy. And that proves why this novel is about healing and not the simple transmigration novel full of action and comedy. Instead of getting angry at Kim Rok Soo, former Cale Henituse, for the deal with God of Death, he's just happy for the man and for himself. I just love how the author doesn't forget about Kim Rok Soo's sacrifices and rewards him with a happy life with his mother.

It's so hard not to finish the novel within weeks because of how good it is. It can be fast in some parts for the action, which makes sense since everything is happening at once. But there are also slow emotional moments that keep reminding me why I love this novel.

So yeah, this is my review about TCF. It's not a perfect novel but it's a good novel about healing and family. And I'm waiting for the second volume to be done so I can finally read the rest.

[theysaidhush]

Perv!Felix loves your thighs (and your thigh high)

Felix being obsessed with thighs high. Let it be pink, white, black - he doesn’t care what aesthetic is it, he just loves seeing your plump thighs being covered by the fabric. Bonus if it has small patterns on it - lil cat’s paws or ribbon, he's so dead, how dare you?!

Felix loves fucking his cock between your thighs. He loves the feeling of your plump flesh around his shaft - it's so squishy, he likes the feeling. And he just can't control himself! Did he mean to rut against it like a poor rabbit whose only purpose is too fuck? No he didn't! Yet he is. He does not give a damn about his dick's sensitivity or how his balls are getting red because of the non-stop friction against the tissue circling your legs.

Lot of things goes through that boy's head, some we can't even try to understand, and he has many ideas too. Good one at that. And he just had one!

At first he said just the tip. He claimed that he wanted to know how warm you were in your thighs high, how he wanted your warm skin against his, see if it could get hi to cum - and to know if those socks are actually good for winter, but that's another story. And wow, Felix thought he reached heaven for a second - or hell because you made him such a sinner, or was is the contrary? Who cares. But it made him cum seconds after his cock was stuffed in your socks. How you managed that is a complicated story. But you did! And he was shocked and breathless, obsessed with the feeling and the view of your soaked socks, white sperm spilling from the rim when he let the thigh high slap your skin.

So now, it’s not unusual if he sits on your stomach and slips his dick else between your thighs or in your thighs high. He gets off the contrast between your soft skin and the rough fabric, he loves how it gets easier the more he goes back in it because his pre-cum soaked your thighs. He always make a mess in it.

He he knows he is being a perv when he does that, but he asks you to walk around the dorms in that state - with your wet thighs and socks - because he loves the idea of his boys watching you while his cum is still sticking to your skin. He likes his you lie while blushing and clutching your dress or whatever you are wearing as you tell them that you spilled water on you when they asks you why are your socks wet? He know how his boys are just pretending just to tease you and that you are absolutely clueless and miss on the way they send thumbs up to Felix when you turn around or disappear around a corner. Because they all know that despite Felix's sweet behavior and charming smile, he definitely pinned you to his bed and ate you out before fucking his cock in your cloth - they heard it.

Some might find it weird, but you don't, he doesn't, and plus he's gt cool things to tell Han because that guy is a Hentai addict - argue with the wall. You indulge in his fantasies and buy thighs high with fur in it (those for winter). He appreciated the gesture and fucked you dumb just after <3

[s1llydr3amscape]

Maybe it was the friends we made along the way!

My security breach cast re-imagined when we first got the posters and merch leaks!!! I changed them into ocs because after seeing their in game designs I fell in love <33333

Another reason why Vanny is my fave is because I don't have to design her clothes /j

Extras and ramblings under the cut :

Zoomed in because I drew them on the same canvas like a goober :

Many reasons why I chose to make the way it is are cause hehehehe

-I didn't like Roxy at first because off that funko leak being a reused model of Foxy. So I made her a hyena recolor using his model because I think they're cool, yet I still kept the fact she's the shortest because of Foxy in fnaf 1 being the shortest!!! And it did sorta happen with her being his replacement 😭She has short hair because I think one of her main appeals would be she would change up her hair every other week.

-Freddy is a moon bear because I miss Lefty. Also cuz I thought Fazbear Ent developed enough technology so that they could change colors during the night/dark like in the posters making them blacklight/neon. Also once again I miss Lefty and Also Nightmare. He had blue eyes freaky like that because I think FazEnt was developing new technologies to recognize guests by having their main stars test them out. And it did happen in the game so yay!!!

-I genuinely didn't think Bonnie would show up because off the leaks but at the time everyone designed their own version off him and so did I!!! I made him white and brown as a homage to Vannys help wanted mask. The blue streaks in his hair also relates to my Vanessa design. Reasons for this is because with how advanced the AI it was to trick them into thinking they were eachother friends. Why because the heartbreak would've been catastrophic.

-Chica didn't change much but I added brown because I love the color brown it is my top 1 color with purple following behind. Also because I love gradients I fucking love gradients you bet your ass if I add gradients I could <333 She has feather hair like that because off Big Bird I saw in a short fnaf sesame street horror yt video and that scared and gave me nightmares because of this one scene of a lady giving birth to his kid??? Idk it scared me alot. She's my favorite tho <3333

-Monty didn't change except he had circular glasses because I wanted him to match with Roxy as the newest additions to the Fazbear brand!!! Also man I wish one of them was a drummer but I couldn't decide between if Roxy or Monty would get it. I also didn't know Roxanne would be racing and gave her rock climbing. Reasons cause imagining her chasing you being able to climb walls would be scary. My only wish Is that I made his snout longer I want you to be able to hold it like a weapon

-They all have eyelashes because I think that is epic!!!

-Freddy is the tallest. Bonnie and Chica are the same height and Roxanne is the shortest

Might redraw them in my oc world version (if anyone would be interested it's basically also a robot story with my old fnaf oc's now turned rivals to Fazbear Entertainment) and not simplified but my other wips need me they are calling for me they are telling me to finish them and I must!!! Probably

And here's my older art after we got to see the game and the designs are wack oughhh :

They would've fought with my pink yellow blue Vanny design!!! Which is the only one I redesigned because I love Vanny to much... You can see her pre-design here and oughh Pink Vanny <3333

-If you look closely Vanny has a Dino looking tail!!! And that's because I thought hey imagine each time we defeated an animatronic she'd sew a piece off their body onto her suit! So when we killed Monty she'd scavenged and get his tail!!! With Chica she got her chicken feet!! And with Roxanne she gets her teeth!!!

-Why because I associate her with Pinkamena cupcakes so much. Also to add onto my previous statement with Bonnie looking like her old mask. She changed her suit in the final act to solidify herself as the bad guy (final boss) who had been using the animatronics for his own gain.

-Man I never draw Chica with her head bow now that I think abt it same with Vanny's whiskers god what was I thinking!!!

Also sorry they're oddly cropped I watermark my stuff to remember what year I made them in and my old username is bad 💀

[fear-is-truth]

⟡ ┆ NSFW HEADCANONS .ᐟ

── EVAN PETERS characters 𓏸 𓈒 ࣪࿐ྂ

⟣ WARNINGS ‧ NSFW ‧ MDNI | f! reader

ft. tate langdon ‧ kit walker ‧ kai anderson ‧ james march ‧ kyle spencer ‧ jimmy darling ‧ austin sommers ‧ warren lipka ‧ peter maximoff

a/n: tysm for 1000+ follows ?! here’s a small gift for y’all, it’s not much but i hope you like it ♡

Tate Langdon

Tate “i like it rough” Langdon is hands down the biggest switch. sure, when he’s in the mood, he’ll pound into you so hard that your whole life flashes in front of your eyes and you feel like you might pass out

unintentionally takes his anger out on you when he’s pissed off. aftercare is super sweet because he feels a bit guilty

but when he’s under you, oh god he’s such a whiner. has the prettiest moans you’ve ever heard

very vocal on expressing what he wants and sometimes you make him beg, just to be a lil mean

insists on holding hands with you when you ride his face

cums in his pants when he eats you out

guy watched a lot of porno, loves it when you beg and call him “daddy” (if you’re okay with it, ofc)

totally obsessed with your tits. doesn’t care about the size, he loves them only because they’re your tits (might have smth to do with his mummy kink too..)

always asks if you’re okay after sex, no matter if it’s the rough kind or sweet kind

Kit Walker

missionary because he’s a good ol’ fashioned lover boy. big on the intimacy stuff, never forgetting to lean down and kiss you passionately between deep thrusts

praises praises praises (he’s also great at dirty talk but he doesn’t degrade you. he gives dirty compliments)

he loves seeing your face, drinking in every small reaction and looking out for any signs of discomfort

also, the view of your pretty tits is a fantastic addition

low-key breeding kink

getting dicked down by mr walka is truly a magical experience. plus the princess treatment afterwards is 10/10

Kai Anderson

his favourite positions is doggy style and missionary because they are the best positions to get you knocked up (according to the internet)

will try “full nelson” or fold you if he’s feeling creative

super, super rough. loves pulling your hair and whispering degrading names into your ear— his little cumslut, breeding toy, fuckdoll etc.

talkative when he’s really in the mood

“tell me, who does this tight little pussy belong to?” “y-you! divine ruler!!”

lots of threats. you can never tell if he is fr or just bluffing

leaves bruises and hickeys on the most visible spots

likes to smoosh your face into the pillow to hear your muffled screams (he won’t actually let you suffocate tho)

will go on for as many rounds as possible

anyways, have fun with this kinky sadistic fucker xoxo

James Patrick March

his go-to position used to be missionary, with him on top. James is dominant in nature but but more importantly, he’s a total simp when it comes to you

he doesn’t mind when you take control sometimes. will never admit it, but he looooves it when you ride him

there’s always this silly smile of pure ecstasy on his face when he watches you bounce on his cock

James worships your body. especially obsessed with your ass and thighs. thinks they have that “renaissance art-worthy” type of beauty. simply can’t get his hands off ‘em

when he goes down on you, he always makes sure to praise you like the goddess you are

he’s the type to literally rip off your clothes and undergarments with a quick stroke with his knife

he’ll buy you new ones, anyway

loves it when you call him “sir”

more than often, he bends you over the dining table. poor mrs Evers has to wash that tablecloth

Kyle Spencer (pre-death)

so much of a consent king it kinda ruins the mood sometimes

he’ll peer up at you between your legs and deadass ask if you’re okay with him eating you out (but it’s a sweet gesture)

pretty good at restraining himself, although sometimes he’s unintentionally rough

he respects your privacy. will never brag about your sex life to his friends, even if they ask him for deets

always open for experimenting new stuff

cockwarming him on his lap or giving him head under the table while he studies <3

also a king of aftercare

Jimmy Darling

he’s open to all sorts of wild positions

but he especially enjoys backshots

not-so-lowkey obsessed with your boobs. a few times he was so drunk he practically begged to suck them

might squeeze your breasts together and fuck them

also a consent king. won’t do anything you’re not cool with. but if you ask him to spank you, your ass will have seven shades of red because look at them hands

loves marking your collarbones and neck with hickeys

likes to have sex in risky places. you live in constant fear that someone will stumble upon the two of you fucking against the side of his caravan

he’s constantly checking on you because he’s worried that he went down on you too rough. the last thing he wants is to hurt you

Austin Sommers

into bdsm kinky shit. prolly owns a shit ton of toys, but he rarely uses them. most of which were impulse buys bc he’s a sucker for black leather and silver studs

mostly a dom but bratty sub if he’s intoxicated enough

blood play (but with his plastic teeth on)

loves to fuck you in front of a mirror to admire yourselves, because you two are the hottest, most talented couple in provincetown (also because he’s kinda full of himself)

also likes to make love with you on top of his grand piano. sore spine and risk of falling off but it’s totally worth it

openly talks about your sex life to belle. not like he’s trying to brag or anything, he just overshares

Warren Lipka

a bitch for cowgirl / reverse cowgirl

he’ll let you ride his cock but he’ll do nothing to help. waits til you’re a whimpering, sweaty and exhausted mess, and he’ll flip you over and fuck you from behind

lives for car sex and blowjobs

loves it when when you scratch up his back and leave marks. feels like he’s carrying a part of you even when you’re not together

might be into light bondage; like tying your wrists to the headboard with neckties

Peter Maximoff

when he’s eating you out, he will hump the bed / couch so viciously that the whole goddamn furniture shakes

after Peter fingered you for the first time, you tossed your vibrator into the trash because you knew that you won’t need it anymore

loves loves loves taking showers with you. you start by washing each other’s hair and bodies.. and one thing leads to another

his brain short circuits when you give him head. all whines and whimpers and unintelligible babbling

one of your couple bonding routines include you cockwarming him while he plays video games

sometimes he gets these weird revelations during sex and will blurt out something totally random

“fitbits are like tamagotchi except the pet you’re trying to keep alive is yourself”

like genuinely. wtf? but you just happen to have that effect on him

this kleptomaniac will at least have 5 pairs of your panties stashed under his mattress

finds it super hot when you wear his t-shirts after sex

જ⁀➴. thx for reading! reblogs, comments, likes, are deeply adored. if you want me to write drabbles / fics based on any one of these headcanons, please do not hesitate to visit my inbox!! — all my love, jackie ♡

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[midnightmah07]

I wonder... Will I recognize the characters in the paintings from the fairytales books I used to read? I'm so excited!

Dancing the night away at a ball must be plenty fun. I imagine if I'll have the opportunity to do so one day.

Voice lines:

🥿: being the only one wearing a dress is kinda awkward... But it looks very much like the style of clothing I like to wear, so I can't really complain!

🥿: Grim!! How many times have I warned you to not eat everything without paying! Ah... What am I going to do with you?

🥿: Ortho is so adorable, he's been doing his best to explain every painting story to me! What a lovely little boy!

🥿: Hm? Oh, this? It's for Ruggie! He said this drink was way too overpriced but I wanted to buy it for him just because! I hope he enjoys it.

🥿: Mousier Rook is staring an awful lot at that painting of the princess with short black hair... I wonder why he's so captivated by her.

🥿: My favorite Great Seven? I'm not sure I can like any of them since in my world they're villains from fairytales but... I guess The King of Beasts and The Fairest Queen.

🥿: Leona-senpai has been napping at that corner right there... It truly amazes me how he can sleep anywhere and everywhere.

🥿: Ace that guy... He's been behaving so childishly this entire time... I'm gonna give him a scolding of a lifetime if he continues this way.

🥿: Ah, this? Deuce gave it to me! It's a cute little glass slipper sticker he found at the merch store, isn't it adorable?

🥿: Hey, have you seen Ruggie around? I saw a painting of the hyenas who helped the King of Beasts, I wanted to take a picture with him with it!

🥿: They tore down the princess's dress? How cruel, her mice friends did their best to make it for her! But I guess I can see my own stepmother doing the same thing too...

🥿: Tsunotaro is so funny, he's been staring and going non stop about this one picture of three talking gargoyles. It's kinda hard to remember he's the almighty Malleus Draconia.

DUO MAGIC

Daisy: Ark– Ruggie!! A little help?

Ruggie: Prince Charming's on his way, Daisy! Shishishi~

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[aphroditelovesu]

Handmaiden

❝commission: alexander the great x surrogate!reader with some smut. So Reader is Roxanna's shy and pretty handmaiden and like we all know that Roxanna had trouble conceiving so she gives Alexander permission to impregnate her virgin handmaiden (noncon).

❝ 📜 — lady l: I kind of made the smut a little more subtle without realizing it, but I still tried to give it some detail 😞 I hope you like it anyway! Forgive me for any mistakes and happy reading! In fact, I think I have to write more to Roxanna. 👀

❝tw: non-con elements, smut, NSFW, breeding kink, loss of virginity, Reader's basically a breeding mare.

❝📜pairing: yandere!alexander the great x female!reader, slight yandere!roxanna x female!reader.

❝word count: 1,343.

You knew something was wrong when you were summoned to your Queen's tent that night.

It wasn't uncommon for Roxanna to call you during cold nights to keep her company, so you knew you should be fine with that.

But something told you that something was wrong. You thought about it as you walked to her tent. The guards didn't even blink when they let you in, already used to your presence there.

You smiled sweetly as you entered and advanced deeper. You stopped abruptly, however, when you caught a glimpse of Alexander standing next to a chair and Roxanna sitting on the cot. Both dressed, and for that you thanked the gods.

You waved to Alexander and Roxanna from where you were. You looked like a statue, a beautiful statue.

"Come, my dear." Roxanna called you, beckoning you to sit next to her like you had done many times.

You slowly walked over to the cot and sat down next to her, keeping your gaze down like the sweet and submissive handmaiden you were. Alexander smiled, taking in your features. You had good features and although he couldn't see your body because of your clothes, he could see that you had good hips.

Good hips to give him a son.

"She's quite pretty." Alexander commented and you felt your face heat up and a feeling of fear hit you.

You knew how jealous Roxanna was, how possessively she loved Alexander and you already knew what she had done to his other wives.

"She is, isn't she?" Roxanna laughed and placed her hand over yours, squeezing them gently. You looked at her and saw her smile contentedly.

"Are you sure about this?" Alexander questioned you and you fought against the curiosity that arose. What were they talking about?

Roxanna was stroking your fingers, "I do, love. You need an heir and I've been having a hard time about that." You heard the hint of pain in her words and remembered the countless nights Roxanna spent by your side, confiding in you how disappointed she was in herself for not having given birth to a child yet.

Alexander seemed to contemplate his wife's words, "Very well."

Their attention was on you and you felt like one of those dancers that sometimes wandered around the camp. Roxanna brought her hand up to your face and removed a strand of hair that would fall into your eye.

"Look at me." She ordered softly and you did as you were told. When you met the dark eyes of your Queen, you felt genuinely afraid.

You didn't even notice that Alexander sat down next to you until you felt a calloused hand touch your bare arm. You were startled and looked at him in fear. He smiled at that.

"You were right, wife." Alexander said, patting your arm, "She's the perfect choice."

"The perfect choice for what?" You finally had the courage to ask.

Alexander touched your face gently and whispered, "To carry my heir."

Your eyes widened in confusion and fear. No... They couldn't be thinking about that, could they?

"I..." Your voice was weak, "...I don't understand."

You blushed heavily when you felt Roxanna's warm breath against your ear and her low voice whispering, "You, my sweet handmaiden, will bear a son for my husband."

Your heart felt like it had been ripped out of your chest at Roxanna's words. Give Alexander a son? No, that wasn't right. You didn't want to, you couldn't.

"I can't." You said, looking at the floor. Roxanna kissed your cheek warmly.

"That's not your choice, sweet girl." She said and you felt an even greater desperation rise within you, "You belong to me, remember?" She continued and you felt hot tears run down your face, not even realizing you were crying.

She was right, however. You belonged to her. Your parents were long dead and you remembered little about your childhood. The only person you knew was Roxanna. And you belonged to her, according to the laws. That meant she could do whatever she wanted with you.

And if she wanted you to sleep with her husband... You couldn't refuse.

But you didn't want to. You were not an object, although others may say otherwise. And the idea of sleeping with a married man didn't please you at all. Not only because you were completely inexperienced in the pleasures of the flesh but also because it was something you abhorred.

Alexander finally said something, "You will carry my heir. Don't you see how important this is? You will be the mother of the next King." He tilted your head to the side and kissed your neck and you shivered when you felt his tongue licking your skin.

You started crying even harder at his words. You didn't want to be his son's mother, regardless of whether your son was going to be the future King. You didn't want to.

Roxanna wiped the tears from your face and kissed your cheek again, tasting her tears. Alexander and her exchanged a look and before you could say or do anything, you were pushed onto the cot.

Your eyes widened in fear as you were pushed and Alexander was on top of you. He watched you silently, your gaze meeting his. You swallowed hard when you felt his hands on your legs, touching them. Roxanna caressed your head.

You closed your eyes in agony when you felt something hard and hot dangerously close to your private parts, in a place that not even you had dared to touch. The pain, the humiliation of what was to come made you sob even louder. You hated this feeling of helplessness.

"Shh..." Roxanna whispered, still stroking your hair, "It's okay, sweet girl."

As soon as she spoke her words, you felt a painful twinge in your low parts and the burning sensation only increased as Alexander moved deeper into you. You screamed in pain when he finally entered your hot, tight hole completely, dry from a lack of arousal on your part.

The pain was excruciating and your pussy clenched painfully around Alexander's length. Your eyes opened in anguish, your vision blurred with tears. The sight of Roxanna's calm face made you even sicker. How could she do something like that to you?

Alexander didn't wait for you to get used to it or make the act less painful, he just started hitting you, eliciting screams from you. The lack of humidity made it uncomfortable for him too, but it was worse for you.

"S-Stop! P-Please..." You whimpered as he grabbed your thighs and lifted them up, and pounded into you deeper. The excruciating pain had eased somewhat as your own body released its natural lubricant in an attempt to lessen the pain. Alexander's thrusts didn't slow down for a second, he was determined to get you pregnant.

You closed your eyes tightly when you felt Roxanna kissing your forehead and whispering sweet nothings to you. Her words made you sicker than the fact that you were being used as a breeding mare. The pain of Roxanna's betrayal was too much to bear.

Alexander moaned loudly as he came inside you after a few minutes, his cum filling your warm insides. You sobbed as you felt his seed inside you, possibly making you pregnant. When Alexander pulled out of you, you breathed a sigh of relief. It still hurt and would be for a long time.

Alexander looked down at your thighs and smiled when he caught a glimpse of his cum dripping from your sore and abused pussy. He looked at his wife and said, "I think we'll have to do this more times to make sure she's pregnant."

When his words registered in your mind, you stifled a scream as he attacked your mouth, taking your lips in a desperate kiss.

Roxanna just smiled and rubbed her legs, also feeling aroused, "I agree with you, husband."

[kazcreates]

The Crows and Fevers

Kaz was always a sensitive child. Although fevers meant getting out of chores on the farm, they made him emotional and upset. It’s even worse after the plague and losing Jordie. From the second the chills set in, Kaz is on edge. The higher his fever, the worse the flashbacks get, delirium mixing with delusion and sending him back to the harbour. His immune system sucks so bad that he’s bedridden almost every time, despite the fact that he’ll try his hardest to work through them. Kaz despises fevers, in himself, but in others too. When those close to him develop a fever, he has to resist every fiber of his being screaming at him to get away from them. He can’t afford to catch anything. He can’t bring himself to watch them suffer. But when he’s healed some, he takes care of them. Watches over them at the very least, even as his hands shake inside his leather gloves.

Jesper also has a negative relationship with fevers. Although he never got them even as a child, being Grisha and all, he can’t stand the see them in other people. Watching those he loves reduced to a shivering and weaker version of themselves, it reminds him too much of sitting by his mother’s bedside as the poison coursed through her veins. He tries his best to be helpful, makes sure that they’re hydrated and at least eating a little, but he paces constantly, tries to distract himself from the memories that itch inside his mind.

Inej doesn’t mind fevers. She doesn’t enjoy them by any means, but she gets over them fairly quickly because she actually allows herself to take adequate time to rest. She doesn’t push through stubbornly like Kaz, and she doesn’t have many negative memories attached to sickness as the others do. She chides Kaz into taking care of himself when he needs to, sometimes going as far as threatening to tie him to the bed if he won’t lie down of his own accord.

Wylan has a strange relations with fevers. When he was younger, being sick meant a break from pointless and frustrating lessons trying to teach him to read. A fever meant rest, meant that he would be taken care of. His earliest memories of being feverish involve his mother, running her fingers through his hair, brushing a cool cloth over his face. Once things took a turn for the worst, sickness meant being lonely, ignored, locked up in his room. Which really wasn’t all that different from usual. But there was no one to take care of him, so he had to learn to be self-sufficient. Once he’s with Jesper and the crows, a fever would mean trying to hide the fact that he was sick as not to inconvenience anyone else. After all, he could take care of himself. (Jesper teaches him how to allow himself to be taken care of again.)

Nina, up until her run in with Jurda Parem, is unfamiliar with fevers. No one in the Little Palace ever got sick, and as a Grisha herself, she was never really around sick people. She’s been trained how to soothe fevers during her Corporalnik training, and practiced it a few times on First Army soldiers. Fighting off her addiction to Jurda Parem was her first interaction with fevers herself, and she was not a fan of it.

Matthias was taught to work through fevers, during his time in the druskelle. Something as fickle as being sick was not allowed to slow you down when you were dealing with dangerous Grisha. He views them as more of an inconvenience than anything. He works through them until he has time to rest, then he takes care of himself. He’s very independent, because there was no one to take care of him in the druskelle. He was a soldier, not a child.

[amethystfairy1]

How does ttsbc Jimmy bind his wings with the belts? Like do they go fully around his torso? Or do they only go around his wings? And if they only go around his wings, are they vertical or horizontal? Don’t the wing roots get in the way?

(I really love your aus. I convinced one of my friends into reading your fics too by rambling so much about them.)

Aw I'm so glad you love my fics and got one of your friends into them! Thank you thank you! 💖

The belts only go around his wings, horizontally, and he wraps them above and below his wing roots then cinches them tight so it holds his wings into a tight coil. His wing roots do get in the way, so some of them he criss-crosses over his wings so they wraps around his wing roots, which is why his wing roots ache so badly at times, because the belts are digging into them all day long. Avians wings are very sensitive, especially at the roots, but Jimmy has basically managed to desensitize himself somewhat after so many years wearing the belts. That doesn't mean it doesn't still hurt, though. The whole issue with Jimmy's wings is that, because he's a big guy, his wings are much larger proportionally, and if he were to wear clothes that were oversized enough to conceal them, he'd look absolutely ridiculous, it wouldn't work. So he uses the belts to pull his wings into a super tight coil, that way he can wear clothes that are only a moderate amount of oversized the same way Grian and Pearl do.

Hopefully that makes sense, it's kinda hard to describe, huh? 😆

[petew21-blog]

The shapeshifter behind the screen

When I was a teenager I found out a very interesting thing. I had the power to shapeshift into other people. But there was a catch. This person had to cum for me. Yeah, literally. They didn't even have to be in the same room with me, but if they cum and it was because of me, I was given the power to turn into them whenever I wanted.

I stopped using this power after the second time I used it. It was a rather unfortunate experience. I was catfishing this guy, pretending to be a girl. He sent me photos and then later on videos, which led to one video of him cumming. Gotcha.

And that's all that was need. I not could shift into him

Well, I ghosted him after that. But he didn't take no for an answer. He was working in IT and found me. I can tell you I got beat up so hard I thought I might die at the spot. I unvoluntarily started shifting in the only two people I was able to. He filmed it. He told everyone and posted this everywhere on the social media. It blew up. I was the monster of Brookeville. I could no longer get out of my house without being shamed. Noone wanted to talk to me, except for the scientists. Everyone knew who I could turn into.

This scared me to get out of my house again. I stopped using my power for a few years (yeah, I did turn into him many times to masturbate and atleast enjoy his body). But I was scared to absorb any new forms.

After some time the crowds left and people already forgot. They said the videos were fake and not too many people believed it later.

One day I went to Tumblr. I got into the transformation, shapeshift and body swapping stories. The fact that I was able do actually do one of these in real life made me jerk off about it all the time. I got into this community and then I came with an idea.

Maybe, if I write down a story, the people jerking off about it will grant me their appearance.

I started a blog and wrote a few stories. Let's check back in a few days.

Four days later I got back to 200 reposts and many new followers. The comments said stuff like "That was such a hot story! Thank you." and other comments asking for a personal story for them.

I smiled at the monitor as I felt how my body accepted many new possible forms to turn into

"No, thank you, guys. You helped me." I wrote in the comments of one of the stories. I smiled as I shifted into one of the guys behind the screen, Got my clothes, money and went out of the house for the first time after many years.

Hey, guys. Just wanted to let you know what you're getting into while reading my stories 😈😈😈

But don't worry, I won't embarrass you anywhere